Scoups #seventeen Novels & Stories

But for now, you're allowed to openly date him, have fun, and do whatever the hell you want to do. Queen smiled, "Oh, Scorpion, you're so cool. thank you, Dad, Thank you, Mom." Afterward, she got up and happily ran into her room. While she was going, her mom said, "Try to wear something nice for the party tomorrow, okay?" "Of course, I will, I mean I have to impress my fiance." Her parents shook their heads and laughed. As Queen went into the room, she picked up her phone and opened her social media to look at Bryce's pictures. He had given her his handle so they could connect socially.

Stella quickly said as she forces her way out of Scott's arms, he growled but stayed still. "You mean this?" Stella turns around when she heard another voice. She looks behind Scott to see another girl, long dark brown hair that was straight and was pulled back to rest on her back, her brown eyes were sharp and was looking at them suspiciously. "That's mine" Stella quickly grab onto Scott's hand. "Dude chill, I got this" Stella whispered to her best friend. "Yes, that's his can I have it back?" Stella was grateful that she managed to ask politely and not in a rude sarcastic way.

He was proud. Time to tell them the news. Group chat: Happy campers 🐺 Me: Seb just found his mate Seb's not in the group chat — thank the Goddess. Xander and I talked about adding him after camp, but yeah, not anymore. I have a strong feeling I’ll need a safe space to scream into the void. Brant: Oh wow, who is it? Me: A girl called Rebecca Winter from our pack. Scented her the second he got out of the car.

After all, this is just a meeting. When we entered the room, everyone was quiet and seated properly. I don't know if this has to do with the business they are in, but the entire room smells so good. It has this loud smell with leather notes. It's a masculine fragrance that is addicting. This scent is quite familiar, though. I only see three people in the room, and all of them are girls. Where's Laurent then? I thought he was here. "Hi, good afternoon. I'm Stacy Miracle." I greeted to break the silence. Edith and Amielle and the other two from my team also greeted them.

"I want to go on top." Happy to oblige, Damon laid back and helped Scar on top of him. She positioned her thighs on either side of his hips, and she lowered herself down onto his cock. He speared her, and she threw her head back in a throaty moan, revealing the column of her throat as she sank down onto him fully. She took his full, thick length easily after months of training her for his size, and now Scar rode his cock eagerly, grinding her hips against against him.

called out one of the photographers, a man with a massive camera hanging around his neck. Killian guided me to a spot in front of a backdrop with the company logos. His hand moved from my back to my waist, pulling me closer to his side. "Smile," he murmured in my ear, his breath warm against my skin. I smiled, but it felt tight and forced. The camera flashes were blinding, making my eyes water. "Can we get something more natural?" another photographer called out. "Maybe looking at each other?" Killian turned toward me, and I found myself staring up into his gray eyes. This close, I could see the tiny scar above his left eyebrow that I had never noticed before.

Upon hearing her voice, Mike’s brows furrowed in annoyance. His tone held unmistakable disgust. “Why are you still at home? Where’s your mom?” Startled by the sudden scolding, Melanie flinched. Her eyes instantly reddened, but even so, she carefully held out the family portrait she had spent an entire week drawing. With a trembling voice, she said, “This is the family picture I drew. I wanted to give it to you when you arrive back at home…” Before she could finish her sentence, just as the picture—filled with her love and anticipation—was about to reach Mike’s hands, a small hand snatched it away rudely.

Into him. I shook my head, trying to clear it. “What’s going on?” “You tell me,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “The moment I touched you, your scent changed. It’s… different. Unstable. A Beta’s scent doesn’t do that.” He was so close now. I could see the flecks of darker gray in his eyes. See the tight line of his mouth. My own breath was coming too fast. That strange heat was spreading, making my skin feel sensitive, tingling. A faint, new scent started to rise from my own skin—something clean and sharp, like frost and ozone. I’d never smelled it before.

Then of course the peace must be ended. "Oh, dear, look who's playing invisible," said a familiar voice. I was disgusted. Cassandra. Of course. I turned slightly. She stood there, with her smug face as though she had been the owner of the cafeteria, and she was holding her drink. Her two friends Maya and Jenna were behind her like the backup dancers. "Cassandra," I said flatly. The woman threw her head back smiling that fake-ass smile. I did not think you were going to come this early. After all that had occured... I believed you would be too much ashamed to show your face."